Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

At the edge of the city, far from the noise and commotion, stood a massive city wall supporting a castle-like structure. Here lay Imperial Palace, a place shrouded in mystery. Behind it was an endless forest, while in front was a beautiful, shimmering lake.

Cold…

A young woman curled up as she hugged herself tightly on the finely embroidered carpet made by top Lussian craftsmen. She wore a white dress with puffed sleeves that beautifully fit her body. The dress revealed her legs, which were positioned in a suggestive manner. Her delicate face was accentuated by her subtly arched brows. Along with her rosy lips and white teeth, she radiated an air of purity.

Her shoulders were exposed to the cold, and it caused her to shiver. Snowflakes were visible on her thin eyelashes as they fluttered.

It was definitely colder than negative ten degrees Celsius.

“I’m freezing!”

Had she fallen asleep in a freezer?

In her daze, she heard someone say, “Lower the temperature!”

The voice sounded colder than the room itself.

“Who is it? Why does he keep making it colder when he knows I don’t like the cold?”

Violet finally forced herself to open her eyes. She did not want to freeze to death.

She noticed Atalian Renaissance period paintings hung on the wall. They looked blurry because her eyes were still unfocused. She looked down and saw herself lying on the floor near someone’s legs.

They were straight and long.

his legs and revealed a pair of shiny black leather shoes. He then

was the same cold voice!

shivered violently from the cold as she attempted to push that shoe away. But she realized her whole body was

The freezing temperature made her fingers ache with

up the heat a bit? I’m freezing.”

letting her go, Lucius stepped on her even harder and pinned her to the

was going on?

go?” Lucius tilted his head downward. He grabbed Violet’s chin and turned her face

incredibly handsome. She had never seen someone as captivating as him before.

a light shirt. Yet he did not show any indication of feeling cold, unlike her, who was freezing

as the surrounding temperature, and his

finally dawned on her what was happening. “Sir, you’ve mistaken me for another person. I’m not Agatha. I’m—”

did you

She was not

child you

tried to clarify. She was so cold that her

abort the

Violet’s chin and flung her to the floor. Before she could get up, he lifted her up by her collar. “You actually aborted my child?!”

poised to strike. Violet struggled to catch her breath in the face of his

“Sir, I don’t even know you, much less have anything to

know

and he sounded really nasally while speaking. Violet’s heart sank; she

lifted her up and tossed her onto the bed. “Looks like I have to remind you who I

over her

rock-hard chest was pressed against hers. This scared her. “What

to climb onto